I raise my brows. “Really? Getting all domestic for me?”
“You wish,” he spits back. “But I figured you’d get sick of Viola’s PB&J specialty sandwiches pretty soon, so I grabbed you some cans of soup, ramen noodles, and chips.”
“Bon appétit,” I tease.
“I’ll bring dinner home after work tomorrow, but you guys are on your own for breakfast and lunch.”
“Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”
“Hopefully Viola doesn’t strangle you before the week’s over.”
I shrug, hoping he doesn’t see right through me. “I think my charm is starting to win her over.”
He laughs. “Right. That’ll be the day.”
VIOLA
VIOLAThumping from the kitchen startles me awake, making me nearly fall off the couch before I realize where I am. A blanket is over me, and I vaguely remember Travis covering me up before I fell deeper.
